The women stared

knowingly at the painting

The sailboats made

for seafaring

all of them docked

floating in the bay

We came here

for the view

Some call it

perspective

Even on the cold slopes

there were signs

of life. Pine trees

marched up the trail

blocked the snowy

wind

After the panic attack

in the cave, I was

too shaken to drive

So we rode the boat

down the Green River

All I could think about

were the people who died

something fast

something beautiful

It wasn’t a train wreck

per se, just two blue

engines in a standoff

waiting to see who

would make the first move

are slowly dying out

casinos keep them alive

Locals wage their paychecks

Strangers make bets

on riverboats hoping

for a win, leaving

with empty wallets

shaking the die

rolling again and again